A/N This original one chapter story was first posted in November 2015. It was scribbled in response to @remkalo's request for a Paul x Katie one shot of the Skype chat scene. This one chapter is being expanded into chapters 1 to 4.
This original chapter will remain because original fans did not like the idea of it being deleted. Thank you to everyone who has read the story and felt a connection to the characters. AS x
"What did you expect when a serial killer breaks into your bedroom," growled Paul whose physical presence loomed large over petite, sixteen year old Katie.
Katie's naked and blushing body writhed and thrashed against the steel grip of the muscular hand that pinned her arms above her head and pressed her back against the cold floor to ceiling windows. Paul's sculptured body crushed against her front except for the smoky soft lush beard that brushed her face, the dark curly chest hair on her naked breasts and pubic hair that pressed against her toned abdomen. The thought that she was in over her head suddenly crossed Katie's mind.
Being in the arms of Paul Spector wasn't the school girl seduction her friends often talked of. They had come up with a nickname for Paul, Mr. Python. There was a lengthy bulge in the dark sweat suits he jogged in and his long feet suggested he was hung like a python...her bedroom steamed up when she got together with her friends and fantasised about Paul.
One night when they were alone, curiosity had driven Katie to take a keepsake from him. A strand of freshly shampooed rich brunette hair. It was not Paul's wife, Sally Ann Spector's fair hair. Paul had forcibly wrestled the strand of hair from Katie's grasp leaving her wrist bruised. His deep blue eyes had been ocean cold, sending chills up and down her spine, as they were now. She saw through his cool exterior to the wounded snarling, wild animal inside. Katie was reaching out to the hurting part of him.
Her arms in Paul's vice like grip, Katie nuzzled into the muscles rippling against her body and felt him breathe in her scent. She yearned for Paul's full lips that she had once bitten and tasted warm, crimson metallic blood. Paul was thrillingly enough to ignite a sexual fever even when he was being a cold blooded killer.
She was in the safety of her colourful bedroom. Paul's body held Katie captive. She was unable to move. Coincidentally bedrooms were Paul's preferred killing fields. In the dead of night, when nothing stirred, he broke into the homes of women he stalked. With the grace and silence of a python, climbed on top of them then took pleasure squeezing the life out or their struggling bodies. He felt a lifetime of memories in every struggle and finally their eyes glaze over as they let out a final breath.
Paul prolonged and dragged out that final moment for as long as he could. Once in bed with a female victim, Paul determined who lived and who died.
Katie didn't care what the cops said, Paul may be dangerous but he sexually aroused her. She had touched herself between her legs fantasising about how he would f*ck her.
"I don't care if the cops think you strangled those women in their beds," she replied breathlessly. Turning towards the door, she hoped the two of them didn't rouse her thirty four year old mother with their late night rendezvous. Her mom had the brunette feminine look and was within the thirty year old range of Paul's victims. Paul was making her develop a taste for the voyeurism and the quickening pulse of almost getting caught. Just thinking about the danger she was in, made Katie wet between her legs.
Katie's blasé reply didn't surprise Paul. Unlike most women who ran away from a bloodied serial killer, Katie challenged him, tried to seduce him by singing or suggestive dancing. She had worn his plaid shirt whilst naked underneath. Katie's scent turned him on. He had resisted her feminine wiles but tonight was different. Katie had proven herself by breaking into his house just as he broke into Sarah Kay's house. Katie pulled back the covers and let him watch her masturbate. She was unabashedly brazen showing off her nakedness and talking him through every step of the break in and mirror image selfie. As Paul relieved the experience vicariously through Katie's verbal account, he couldn't help letting his muscular hand grab hold of his massive erection that he tugged slowly savouring every word of her descriptive break in. The thrill and fear of getting caught as she snuck in and took a selfie just as he had done.
Watching Katie's legs spread open and her fingers rubbing her inner core, her hips thrusting in rhythm made Paul jerk off faster. She was his unnerving yet sexy teenage conspirator.
The carefree manner with which Katie breezed through life, reminded Paul of the happy energetic seven year old he was before a Catholic priest crushed his childhood innocence. A fact he kept to himself. Knowing the priest that abused him was unmasked, yet unrepentant of his paedophilia fuelled the anger and loathing that he directed at his female victims.
From eleven years old, Paul underwent an internal transformation that set him on the path to becoming the dark hooded Grim Reaper that cut women at the prime of their lives. If his professional mother had not committed suicide after his father was imprisoned, he would not have ended up in a care home where he was molested by a perverted priest. A crime that filled him with such shame and self-loathing he denied. The psychologist in him understood the pain that caused repressed memories in children. Had it not been for cheating ex-lover Rose Stagg, he would not have bleeped on the police radar nine years ago when he strangled her to unconsciousness. Had it not been for ex-patient Liz Tyler, his therapy methods would not be under scrutiny. It was the tenacity of Stella Gibson, an English woman with daddy issues that cast the net tightening around him.
Women! They were at the root of his trials and tribulations. Was it any wonder he took pleasure strangling the last spark of life from their beautiful bodies.
As a former serving soldier at the height of the 'troubles' Paul recognised he was reacting like a cornered animal, blindly lashing out, requiring the fleeting relief of an adrenalin rush. Katie was not the professional self-assured thirty something year old woman that most turned him on but the feisty teenage baby sitter could be his next quick fix...the next life he took.
Paul placed his right hand on Katie's pale slender nape. He let his palm and fingers wrap around her delicate neck before he began to apply pressure. How long would it be before she began to struggle in earnest for her next breath?
Katie's face contorted into a mask her unease, of excitement, of surrender.
"Will my first time also be my last time?"
Paul's hands were bringing her close to unconsciousness.
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The last thought that flashed through Katie's mind was claiming her reward.
She had followed Paul's instructions sending the cops on a wild goose chase. Her reward was asking Paul to prove that he was in bed stark naked.
With increasing sexual excitement, she watched Paul reveal curly wisps of hair from his chest down his torso and a thick mass of dark pubic hair between his legs and a semi erection. There was no modesty in the way Paul exposed his raw nakedness.
"Oh-My-God," thought Katie gazing at his muscular body, the veins that lined his arms and legs and enormous erection, "Paul is even delicious to look at in real life."
She wanted to touch him, to feel him, to taste him. He was not immune to her body when his c*ck stirred to the huskiness in her voice.
Katie slid her right hand under the mainly purple duvet and tossed it aside to reveal erect nipples before her two middle fingers traced around the lower lips nestled between her legs whilst gazing at Paul's muscular nakedness. His semi erection was growing with every second. The voyeur in Paul was aroused watching and reliving the thrill of Katie's break in that was just like his breaking into Sarah Kay's house moments before strangling her.
"You take rebellious teenager to new heights," Paul murmured huskily.
"If you come here, I'll show you how more rebellious I can be," Katie's breathing was laboured as she fingered herself during their conversation. This was what Katie had fantasized about, the two years Paul had walked her home, after an evening of babysitting Olivia and Liam. They had talked about music but her thoughts were about Paul's hands all over her body. He had inspired Katie to write a song that she uploaded to YouTube.
"I would tie you to the bed tighter than the last time in my hotel room and f*ck you till you scream," he paused letting her see how long and thick his erection was. Paul did not need to understand why Katie was thrilled at the prospect of being taken by an ex-soldier with a history of violently killing women. His kids had an emotional attachment to Katie and they would have difficulty getting over her loss. "Are you ready for me to come to you?" he gazed suggestively at his throbbing and substantial c*ck.
She was not naïve. Katie had seen videos of people having sex on her mobile phone and laptop. She would have any kind of sex to be close to Paul. Katie tried to appear sophisticated as she stared into the deep chill of blue eyes on the other side of the webcam. She shivered at the violence that lurked just under the surface of Paul's skin and gave him a one word reply, "Yes."
A cloud of black unconsciousness ended Katie's flash back.
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Friday, November, 13, 2015